You get a shiver in the dark,
a spirit roams in Friar Park in the meantime,
walking past the gates you stop and hold everything,
a band is playing Wilbury tunes, all night,
you feel alright when you hear those ukelele strings,

well now you step inside you see all those wilbury faces,
singing in the rain then here the jams go down,
competition, too many wilburies,
but wilbury george, they cant keep up with his sound,

Way on Henley, Way on Henley on the Thames, Fri-ar Park,

You check out guitar George,
He knows all the chords,
mind he aint strictly rythym, he dont wanna make it cry or sing,
For its an old uke, thats all that i can recall,
when he gets under the lights to play his thing,

And Tom Petty dont mind if he doesn't make the scene,
hes got a daytime job, he's doin alright,
He can play those heartbreak songs like anything,
But is the last DJ for Friday night,

With the Wilburys, with the wilburys, boy they can swing.......